In the land of letters, where words do roam,
There’s a cheeky character, making itself at home.
A pun, oh so punny, in every poem,
Tickling the intellect, wherever it might comb.
With a wink and a nudge, it slips into the verse,
A playful intruder, its intentions diverse.
A twist of the language, a meaning converse,
Oh, the joy it brings, it’s like a universe.
“Humor!” it declares, with a mischievous grin,
“I’m here to amuse, to make your head spin.”
A play on words, a linguistic sin,
In the realm of puns, the laughs always win.
It stirs the mind, makes the neurons dance,
Engages the reader, in a cognitive trance.
Remember me, it whispers, take a chance,
In the memory halls, it takes a stance.
Creativity it flaunts, surprise its mate,
In every line, every phrase, it lies in wait.
Expect the expected? Oh, it’s too late,
In the hands of puns, it’s a different fate.
So, here’s to the puns, those jesters of words,
They might ruffle some feathers, even irk the nerds.
But in every verse, through all the thirds,
They bring the laughs, in droves and herds.
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